imaginethatsupernatural

okay but like rowena wants to kill the winchesters, right? even though crowley has turned her away, her end game is winchester death, right, as now she knows they’re men of letters and they killed the witches? but what if her plan is to get sam on her side to remove the mark from dean (thanks to him approaching her), turning sam into a witch in the process (and possibly turning sam against dean??) and when they remove the mark, she’s a) free to kill dean without the mark protecting him and b) free to kill sam as she’s got what she wants but also: c) she’s turned sam (a man of letters and a hunter) into the very thing he hunts!!

The puppy had wandered up to the bunker little over an hour
ago, but it already made itself at home. Sam and Dean had been reluctant to let
the creature inside, but once both you and the puppy had given them ‘puppy-dog
eyes’, they’d relented.

A few hours later, Dean walked into the living room area and
saw you laying on the floor. “Y/N?” he asked, slightly concerned. But then he
heard your laughter.

He watched as the tiny puppy bounced around you, barking and
yipping. It approached you and licked the tip of your nose, earning a lovely
peal of laughter from you. Dean watched as you rolled a rubber ball across the
floor, much to the happiness of the dog, who went bounding away after it.

Something wasn’t sitting right with Dean, but he couldn’t
place what it was.

At that moment, Sam walked up and took everything in—you on
the floor, laughing. The puppy running back and forth, showering you with
affectionate little licks once it returned a slobbery ball to your outstretched
hand. His brother, standing off to the side, a dark look over his face. Putting
two and two together, Sam smirked as he stepped over to his brother.

“What’s up, Dean?”

“Nothing,” his brother replied gruffly.

“Why don’t you go play with the puppy? I’m sure Y/N would
share. Besides, look how cute he is.”

“He’s not cute.”

Sam chuckled, which turned Dean’s frown to him.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Sam said with a smile. “It’s just seems that
Y/N’s not the only one with a little case of puppy love.”

“What are you even talking about?” Dean asked.

“Well, Y/N’s obviously enamored with the dog. And you–”

“Watch it, Sammy.”

“Dude, come on. You’re more transparent than a ghost.” Dean
cocked an eyebrow. “I know you like Y/N.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Is it really ridiculous?”

The muscle in Dean’s jaw twitched, but he didn’t say
anything to the contrary.

“Dean, you need to tell her. I’m pretty sure that she feels
the same about you. Just imagine her giving you
all those cuddles and kisses, instead of that adorable little puppy.”

Dean remained in his stock-still position and eventually Sam
wandered off, shaking his head at his brother’s stubbornness. But as soon as
Sam was out of sight, Dean slowly walked into the room and plopped onto the
couch near you.

“Hey, Dean,” you said with a smile. The puppy barked and ran
over to him, standing on its hind-legs and trying to lick Dean’s hand resting
on his knee.

“Hey, watch it fluffball,” he said. “I’m not as won-over by
your adorableness like Y/N is.”

You laughed and reached forward, grabbing the puppy and
wrapping your arms around its wriggling body. “Don’t listen to him, Simmons.”

“Simmons?”

“Come on, Dean. Look at the length of this little guy’s
tongue. He could totally be in a KISS cover band.”

This earned a laugh from Dean. “God, I love you.”

You looked up, wide-eyed. Dean quickly realized what he’d
let slip. “You and your sense of humor,” he covered, clearing his throat. Dean
looked at his shoes, hoping you didn’t notice the coloring of his cheeks. He
felt the couch shift as you sat on the cushion next to his, leaving a bit of
space between the two of you. Feeling left-out, the puppy whined until you
helped it up into the empty space. Suddenly the puppy stood up on his hind-legs
again and licked Dean’s cheek.

“Simmons,” you said, gently pulling the puppy away. “Who
said you could kiss Dean before I did?”

Dean looked over at you. You met his gaze, a small smirk
lifting one corner of your mouth.

Pairing: Dean/ReaderRating: PGInspired by this imagine.A/N: I’ve been wanting to do this one for a loooong time.

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Dean is glad to be home, happy to wrap his arms around his girlfriend, grinning down at her.

“You’re getting harder to hug,” he teases, lays a hand protectively on her swollen stomach as he kisses her gently.

“It’s your fault.”

She brushes a gentle hand over the cut above his eye, and he shakes his head, tells her wordlessly not to worry, then heads straight to the fridge to grab a beer.

“I think that hurricane six months ago is to blame,” Sam says, and she turns to him with a smile.

“Probably some truth to that.”

“How’s my niece or nephew doing?” Sam steps forward, presses his palm to the spot where Dean’s had rested just a minute before.

“They kick, but they’re good.” She smiles up at him, moves his hand across her stomach. “Feel that?”

Dean stiffens as he watches his brother. He isn’t sure what’s going on with Sam these days, but he knows something’s not right. His brother is not the brother he missed. Something changed while he was in the cage, and until Dean figures it out, the last place he wants Sam is next to his pregnant girlfriend.

Word Count: I don’t know, but I assume it’s a lot because it took up 11 pages on my Google docs thing and I am NOT sorry about that

Warnings: Um, angst, and the reader falls into a depression, so maybe some depressing thought, but nothing too nad or triggering hopefully. Other than that, nothing else other than lots of cute and sappy fluff at the end.

So, some of you might recall a little while ago when I raged about loosing a oneshot on tumblr to a computer glitch? Yeah, this is that one shot redone. Maybe not as good as the original, but I think you’ll like it.

I was listening to the song Let Her Go, and thinking how it reminded me of Dean. That sounds strange, but bear with me. It seemed like the kind of thing Dean would feel/act like after breaking up with a girl for her own safety. That got me thinking, and it resulted in this! This is only part one, I’ll probably continue with the story as I’m enjoying it immensely.

I sent this as an imagine to imaginethatsupernatural, but I don’t think it got thru. :P But seriously peeps, CHECK HER OUT!!

And don’t forget to click the link for the song - it’s a Supernatural edit, and it’s REALLY well done. I LOVE it.

Enjoy!

Reader Gender: FemalePairing: Dean x ReaderWord Count (aprox): 2780

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Dean’s hands were tight on the steering wheel after an argument that neither man would ever recall. The tension in the silence only grew, and eventually Dean saw Sam turn on the radio. It was a good plan - in theory. He and Dean had bonded over many a song (though they’d argued over an equal number). The end of an oldie rock song played, then a commercial for a company that no one would ever call. The next song played smoothly. The tune alone tensed Dean’s muscles. He knew this song. But he allowed it to play. He’d been wrong before. He didn’t think he was, but for the sake of fairness… He was so in his own thoughts that he didn’t notice his brother tapping his foot and fingers to the beat, a smile on his face. "Well you only need the light when it’s burning low…“ The radio sang. But it couldn’t manage another syllable, because Dean reaches down, swiftly cutting it off with the press of a button. Sam frowns. "Hey! I like that song!” "Tough!“ Dean replies curtly, angry at his brother. He couldn’t understand his love of the song. Didn’t it remind him of his own relationships? Of Jessica? He couldn’t tell his brother why he really hated the song, because it reminded him too much of himself - and of you.

Well you only need the light when it’s burning low Only miss the sun when it starts to snow Only know you love her when you let her go

You’d met Dean on a Hunt. Go figure.

You’d been tracking a witch as an undercover reporter. They’d come to interview you, and you’d assumed they were witches, or demons, or God knows what. The three of you had managed to figure out you were on the same side before you hacked them to pieces. Dean had thought you were cute from the start, but when you noticed him watching you, you convinced yourself you were crazy. Dean was so perfect, and you were so… not. Your eyes were much too round, your hips to wide, your limbs too long. Your eyes were this muddy, gross, dirty Y/E/C colour. And your hair was uncontrollable! A Y/H/C mess. You had no idea that those things never even crossed his mind. He saw how your hair sparked brilliantly in the sunlight. The deep emotions kept in check by deeper eyes. The elegance, and yet the naiveté in your walk. He looked at you sometimes, and you wanted to let yourself believe, but… You had pushed away any thought that gave yourself hope. You simply weren’t’ good enough. Then one day, Dean made a move on you.

The boys pulled into yet another terrible motel-but at least it had a shower. Sam decides it’s high time for a nap before searching for another case, and is asleep before his head hits the pillow. Dean, however, wasn’t tired, which is normal seeing as he was used to running on three, maybe four hours of sleep. Anything more was a luxury. Glad to finally have a running shower, he doesn’t hesitate to enter the bathroom and get the water running. But as his shirt is pulled off, his fingers trace your stitches and he freezes.

Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home

It was right after a particularly bad fight with a demon. The demon was nothing special. Your average joe. But you’d slipped up. The details were foggy from the pain, but it had ended in Dean with a rather large gash in his side. Sam had been knocked out, so he was saved from a whole lot of pain, but he was still out when the battle was over. Meaning, you and Dean had been forced to drag him back to the car. Well, you, really. Dean had started grunting from the pain, and you’d forced him to stop. Thankfully, you were close to the car at that point, and you shoved him into the backseat in a rather uncomfortable-looking position. Against Dean’s will, you pushed him into shotgun. He was in no condition to drive.

At the motel you hadn’t the strength to move poor Sammy again. You and Dean sulk inside, where his shirt comes off for you to look at the gash. You can’t help your wandering eyes, noticing his spectacular muscles. You got the sneaking suspicion Dean knows where your eyes are, and your mind darts back to his side. You can hear yourself in your head, telling you how stupid you are for even hoping that someone like Dean could like someone like you.

Thankfully, the first aid training kicked in, and all your attention was sharp as a needle on the red mess. Before you started you gave the poor man some alcohol to dull the pain. You could see him shrinking back still as your needle darted in and out expertly. Finishing as quickly as possible, you knot and cut the black thread. "Thanks…” Dean grunts, a finger tracing your stitches. “No problem…” You mutter, but deep inside something is gnawing at you, telling you it’s your fault you even had to do it. “Dean… I’m so sorry!” You don’t understand the confused look that follows. “What do you mean?” You avoid his questioning eyes, and your hands flail as you try to explain. “If I hadn’t been such an idiot you’d never have… Sam… I just… I can’t believe I-” He’s kissing you. That’s all your mind can process. In the space of a second, Dean Winchester’s mouth goes from a concerned frown to your lips. You’d always thought, in the back of your mind where only your subconscious could see it, that Dean would be a… fiercer kisser. But he was surprisingly gentle and tentative, like he didn’t want to break you. You hadn’t even realized his hands were cupping your face until he pulled away. His forehead leaned against your own, and you could feel his breath on your cheek. You were sure he could feel yours. You stayed like this a long time, the silence comfortable, until Dean says, “It wasn’t your fault.” This time it’s you who starts the kiss, and Dean doesn’t stop you. He’s fiercer this time, more passionate.

Suddenly, you hear the motel door open and a groaning Sam. “Ugh… couldn’t you guys have-” You’d jumped out of the kiss and away from Dean, a cherry blush covering your cheeks. You haven’t looked back at Dean. You swear you can see the ghost of a smile on Sam’s face. “Uh, were you guys…” He trails off because he can infer everything he wants from your faces. A grin breaks out on his face and he laughs. “What?!” You say defensively. He just shakes his head, his body still laughing. “Finally!”

The memory that had once been a sanctuary was now bittersweet, and Dean’s hands move quickly away from the old scar. This can’t stop the flow of memories, however, as much as he might wish it could. He eventually emerges from the shower with the most painful one on his mind.

Only know you love her when you let her go And you let her go

It was a sunny October day. Fates had gone against you, and October 31st you had a case. You were particularly upset about this, because you were at a contact’s house. A regular house, where the kids would visit in cute costumes and say ‘Trick or Treat!’. You hadn’t told Dean that Halloween was your favourite holiday, or that you were hoping to hand out candy tonight. You weren’t exactly sure why. Maybe because you didn’t want him to force you to stay behind to give out candies while they put their lives at risk. Which was something he might do, if he thought they could handle it. That was something you couldn’t allow. But you suspected he might have guesses already.

You and Dean had been dating for a few months now, something Dean was proud of. You knew about the fates of his ex’s. You honestly couldn’t care less. It was just you and Dean. He had been a great boyfriend, aside from the occasional fight over his safety, your safety, or pie. Sam was super supportive, often taking your side. Except about your safety, which was honestly infuriating. Often you got so pissed they were too scared what revenge you might plot if they didn’t let you come. Those arguments inevitably shrunk in numbers.

The case was a shapeshifter. On Halloween. The irony was clear. On Halloween you got your first solid lead to an old warehouse. The place was spooky, and you had to scoot off a few brave teens. The three of you split up, each taking a level. You got third floor, Sam got second and Dean got first. What you didn’t know until after was that the guys had found evidence they didn’t share. Convinced the case wasn’t pressing, since there were

only animal deaths and no human ones (weirdly), so Dean talked Sam into hiding the evidence. So the three of you left the place, you under the impression it was a dead end. That night, Sam and Dean told you there was no reason that you shouldn’t hand out candy with your friend. You’d squealed with joy, arms wrapping around Dean’s neck as he held you tight, happy he could do it for you. Sam and Dean headed to a bar to unwind, and you enjoyed the rest of the day with your friend, Elizabeth. “Oh, god!” You panicked, “I don’t have a costume!” So you set off to a costume store for the last minute pickings. Not much was left, but eventually a beautiful dress stuck out like a sore thumb. It turned out to be a set for an Athena costume, with the beautiful dress, Greek style sandals and a golden wreath headdress. It was perfect! Greek mythology was your favourite.

That night, the youngest came early. You see their parents down by the street, obviously hesitant about allowing the little ones to come to your door alone. No doubt they begged and pleaded the whole way there. The first group were two girls and a boy. One girl was dressed as a fairy, obviously, and a blue one at that. The boy was a bumblebee, the cutest you could ever see. And the second girl was dressed as the one and only spider man! You grinned at them. Shy, they said nothing a moment, and spider-girl looked back at her mother. Smiling encouragingly, she gestured for her to speak. “Trick or Treat!” She said loudly, and it made you grin even more. “Wow, I love your costumes, guys!” The boy nodded fiercely. “I’m a Bumblebee! The king bumblebee!” The girl jumps up and down, trying to overshadow her brother. “Well, I’m the fairy queen!” You nod. “I’m spiderman.” The last says shyly. She looks like the middle child. You smile warmly at her. “I can see that! Well, you guys are my first trick or treaters! Did you know that?” They shake their heads. “Guess what that means!” “What?! What?!” They beg. “You guys get extra candy!” They cheer as you drop said candy into their bags. “Thank you!” They chorus several times before leaving. You wave them off and shut the door. Your friend is giggling as you turn to face her sitting on the steps. “You know you can’t always do that, right?” You sigh. “Yeah…” She examines you a moment. “You’re really good with kids.” You sigh, sitting on the steps beside her. “I love kids. I want to have some someday, but… well, you know.” She looks at you curiously. “So get out of the life. Get a good job, like you said you would. You could still have a regular life, hon.” You shake your head. “No one gets out once they’re in. Demons come after you 'cause your vulnerable, or an old hunter contact needs you to bury a body, or…” You trail of, and a knock at the door pulls Elizabeth off the steps. Expecting a 'Trick or Treat!’, all you hear is a thud, and all you see is Liz’s head hit the floor before a tall, black figure knocks you out.

You wake up tied to a chair with rope. Thick stuff, too. The robed man from earlier had his back to you, but his hood was down and you could see dark hair. Elizabeth was tied beside you in a chair, though still out. The guy turns before you can come up with a plan. “Ah, good, you’re up. I was afraid I’d have to do some unpleasant things.” “What do you want?!” You demand. “I want to know about Sam and Dean Winchester.” You spit in his face and grin when it lands dead center. He raises a hand with a knife in it. “You’ve just chosen the hard way, darlin’.” Slowly, the knife drags across your face, from the corner of your mouth right to your ear. It’s going to leave a bad scar, and it takes every ounce of

self control you have left not to scream. Until he takes the knife and stabs it right through your ear. That’s when the screams let loose. The pain makes everything foggy, but you can recall the boys bursting in right after you screaming, and them exorcising the demon, then cutting the rope around you. You fall into Dean’s arms. “Oh, Y/N… Y/N, you okay? Talk to me!” The frantic voice pulls at you and you nod. “I’m okay…” You mutter weakly. “The hell you are!” That’s when you passed out.

You wake up alone. Well, not totally alone. You’re in a hospital bed, and a nurse is at your side. There’s no sight of Dean or Sam anywhere. “Oh, good, you’re up!” She exclaims. “Here, try to eat this.” You try to speak, to ask where Sam and Dean are, but your mouth feels strange. A hand goes up, and you feel the bandage covering the healing scar. There are stiches - you can feel them. You shake y our head at the food. The nurse nods sadly. “Well at least take this.” She hands you a folded note. “It’s from your brothers.” At first your brain doesn’t understand. But you realize it must be the boys - you had no family. The nurse whose tag read Mary leaves you in peace to open the thing.

Y/N,

I’m sure you’re wondering where we are right about now. We’re far, far away, I promise you. You can’t stay with us. Trust me, you’ll be happy one day when we’re dead from a demon. Sammy thinks I’m crazy, that being on our own means you might get targeted by more demons, but you haven’t known us long enough to be able to tell 'em much. Besides, I don’t think Crowley will send more after you - I made sure of it, and your safety. This is for the best, trust me. The more you’re around us, the bigger of a target you are, and if anything happened to you I couldn’t forgive myself. Maybe you could get out of the life. Go get a job. Find a man. Have lots of evil little munchkins. But whatever you do, don’t follow us.

Dean Winchester

Dean cringes, remembering that last note he’d left. He’d placed a hunter to watch you and had gotten a message a week about you for a month since. He was thankful he had, because the guy had stopped several demons already.

Staring at the bottom of your glass Hoping one day you’ll make a dream last

Dean’s glass was empty, and he didn’t have it in him to pour another. He could only watch the bottom of his glass, and think about how you’d have told him alcohol didn’t solve problems. He could imagine you in two lives - the one with him and Sam, on the road and laughing. Curled up on the couch with a book while Dean channel surfed. The other, where you had a kid, you had a husband, you didn’t need to hunt, to kill to survive. That one kept changing, though, swimming before his eyes until he could only see himself as your man. You and him, and daughter and a son, living in the suburbs. Smiling, brining your kids to a park on a hot summer day. He shook his head. It wasn’t possible.

*A/N: Chocolate tequila and coffee and no sleep nets you this. Let me know if it’s a winning combination.AU, where Dean manages to convince Bobby over the phone that he’s the real deal.Warnings: Sexy times. Angst. Rating: NC17In which, the reader and Dean have been together since before the fire at Stanford.

Imagine meeting Dean for the first time on a hunt when he ends up saving you.

Reader Gender: Female (only ‘cause it’s written as if 'you’ is a girl)

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"Thank you, come again.“ The cashier’s bored voice annoys you, and you take your bags and leave as quickly as you can. It’s a grey sort of day. Not rainy, but not sunny either. Glaring up at the sky as if it will change something, you swiftly turn a corner out of town. Your house is just outside the hustle and bustle of town life, on a lake and next to an abandoned cottage. Your friends think it’s weird, but you like the quiet. The dirty road beside you is not unusually quiet, but as you cross the street you notice a car parked outside the abandoned place next door. A 1967 Chevy Impala. You only know it off the top of your head because your dad was a car nerd in his prime. Trees swarm the property, so you can’t see through to the next house once you gone far enough. You shrug, figuring it was a rich couple planning on turning the old place into a summer cottage, or something to that effect. Balancing the heavy bags you pull your keys out of your pocket and unlock the creaky door. The front hallway is long, with doors to two bathrooms, the kitchen and connected living room, a laundry room and a guest bedroom. At the end are stairs to the second floor, with a bathroom and two bedrooms. At the very end of the hall, the glass door to the backyard reveals your dog, Athena, a lab, running around wildly to chase butterflies. You smile and giggle a little watching her, before moving to the kitchen to put down the plastic bags. The place is big for just you, but it’s been in your family as long as anyone can remember.

Hearing Athena bark from the backyard, you smile and shake your head. Butterflies were her worst nightmare. She just seemed to hate them with a rage that could make the devil envious. Running to the back, you watch as your dog barks angrily towards the neighboring house. You open the door, and, taking Athena’s rein, look around wildly for the butterfly. Until you realize that that isn’t what she’s barking at. Sounds are coming from the house next door, screams and bangs and crashes. you consider bringing your dog inside and ignoring them, but that’s when you hear the gunshot. Before you can consider your options you’ve unteathered Athena’s leash and are running back to the road, around the bend, past the car and into the old house.

You haven’t been here for a while, but you can tell that there are new scratches and wall-holes. You hear more banging and crashing, and start heading toward the sound. Vauge calls come through the walls. "Dean, this way!” You think you hear. You’d forgotten how massive the place was, and start heading the direction of the voice. Crashes and bangs sound, getting closer and closer, until you’re face to face with the source.

A horrible creature stands in front of you. It’s twice your height, with horrible pale green flesh that is so tight on it’s body you can see its bones. The thing looks down at you with sinister red eyes. Its mouth opens in a menacing grin, and drool slides down sharp, yellow teeth. You’ve only time to back up one step, you haven’t even screamed yet, when a ear piercing shot rings out, and the thing’s eyes roll back into its head, dropping to the floor. Behind it stands a handsome man, gun in hand. He watches you as he puts away his gun and walks over. You look down to your dog and slowly release the leash - you hadn’t realized you had been pulling on it so hard your hands were red. Slowly you drop to your knees and wrap your arms around the animal, calming it down. Athena lets out a few barks, but when she is sure it won’t hurt her mistress, she calms. You slowly stand as the man reaches you, keeping one hand on your dog. Athena, sensing another possible threat, is again on guard, a low growl in her throat. "Uh… hi?“ You say tentatively, looking from the monster’s body to the man and back again a few times. "What are you doin’ out here all alone?” He asks, a hit of concern and a hint of anger in his voice at the same time. “It’s dangerous.” "I… I live next door. Athena - my dog, she was barking and…“ you trail off a moment, examining the horrid body. "What was that thing?!” "Wendigo.“ He says curtly. "Annoying little bugger. There’s another one in town we gotta go get." "We?” As if on cue, another man with long brown hair rounds the corner were Dean had stood. "Dean!“ he calls out, running to the pair. Dean turns slightly to the other and then back. "I’m Dean. This is my brother, Sammy.” Sammy groans. "Sam.“ He corrects, a small glare towards his brother before putting his hand out for you to shake. "Sam Winchester.” You take it cautiously, your other hand holding onto Athena’s leash. "Y/N.“ You tell him. "Y/N Y/L/N. Did… did a regular bullet kill that thing?" "Nah.” Dean answers. “Silver bullet.” You nod like that makes perfect sense. Then something clicks in your head. "Wait… You said there was another one…?“ Sam nods. "Yeah, in town. They don’t usually come in pairs like this, it’s weird.” "Usually… There are more of these…“ "Wendigos.” "Right. How many?!“ "Dunno.” Dean replies. “They’re all over the world. These, and things like 'em.” "Things like them?“ Dean and Sam exchange a glance. "Well, monsters and demons and angels and everything?” "Yeah…“ "They’re all real.” You stare at the two, wide eyed. Your first reaction is that they’re pulling your leg. A practical joke sent by one of your friends to 'lighten you up’. But the look in their eyes when they said it… They weren’t lying. You didn’t know how you could tell, but you were sure. And it terrified the living daylights out of you. You could feel your hand with the leash shake slightly, and Athena began to nudge and warm up to your leg, sensing your fear. You gulp, in a futile attempt to stay calm. "So… you guys, what? Hunt the bad stuff?“ Sam chuckles, amused to a certain extent. "I guess you could say that." "So… what does this… Wendigo thing do to deserve a silver bullet in the head?" "Wendigos are canibals. They eat people.” Dean said it so matter-of-factly that it frightened you. "So, all the killings in town lately, were they from…“ You look down at the body. "Yeah.” You squeeze your eyes tight, and take a deep breath. "Then you could use some help.“ Sam panicked a moment. "No, you-” "Don’t try to tell me I don’t have to, that you’ve got it, that I could get hurt, or any other BS. These things killed my sister, and I will rest easier knowing they’re gone. There is no way in hell that I’m not going.“ "Y/N, this is some pretty gruesome stuff. You aren’t scared?” Dean said, almost mockingly, trying to get you to go home. You can only assume they thing you’re younger than you are. "I can tell it’s gruesome! And yeah, I’m terrified! But I’m not gonna let my sister’s killer destroy anyone else’s life!“ Sam opened his mouth to protest, but Dean spoke first. "Alright. Meet us out front at nine tomorrow.” You nod solemnly and, pulling Athena behind you, start to walk away. "Hey!“ Sam calls. You turn your head as you stop. "What’s your dog’s name?” "Athena.“

You’ve developed a slight headache from that adventure, and start to head inside until you hear voices. Curiosity getting the better of you, you stop a moment, crouching close to the ground and petting Athena. "Dude, what was that about?” Sam says, upset. "What?“ "This is dangerous! She could get really hurt!” "Dude, it was her sister! If you died for good I would be after whatever killed you!“ "Me too, but we’re hunters! She’s just a normal girl. What happens if she dies?" "Sammy, we can’t stop her. Now she knows, she’ll be going after it with or without us.” "You can’t know that.“ "Anyone brave like that would do it. You would. I would. Bobby would. She would. I’d rather she come with us, wouldn’t you?” Sam grumbles more, but says nothing. You hear their car doors slam as you get to your feet. "Come on Athena. Lets get some rest. Big day tomorrow.“

masterlist for imaginethatsupernatural is underway. because there was no real tagging system before (other than tagging characters), we’ve had to go through and pick out themes, which has taken about two days (we started before we locked the blog), and now we’re going to have to do the same for oneshots…

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 Truths about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.

1. last beverage: Diet Coke2. last phone call: Dad3. last text message: *Picture message* 4. last song you listened to: What Can I say- Featuring Sons of Sylvia by Carrie Underwood5. last time you cried: Other night. 6. dated someone twice: Nope. Never dated anyone. 7. been cheated on: Nope8. kissed someone and regretted it: Nope9. lost someone special to you: yes

10. been depressed: I don’t know. 11. been drunk and threw up: Nope and nope.

LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS: Blue, black, and purple.

IN THE LAST YEAR, HAVE YOU:15. made a new friend: Yep16. fallen out of love: Nope. 17. laughed until you cried: Yep. 18. met someone who changed you: Don’t know if they have yet. ;) 19. found out who your true friends are: yeah20. found out someone was talking about you: No?21. kissed anyone on your FB friend’s list: Nope22. How many people on your FB friends list do you know in real life: All of them24. do you have any pets: Nope. 25. do you want to change your name: Nope. 26. what did you do for your last birthday: Sleepover with my best friend. 27. what time did you wake up today: 6 am28. what were you doing at midnight last night: Reading The Fault In Our Stars29. name something you CANNOT wait for: Supernatural Season 10 to come out. 30. last time you saw your mother: Just now31. what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: My weight, confidence, and what I’m doing with my life. 32. what are you listening to right now?Please Don’t Leave Me by P!nk33. have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yeah. 34. what’s getting on your nerves right now: Everything. 35. most viewed webpage(s): Tumblr and Wattpad 37. Nickname: Gill. Gilli 38. relationship status: Single 39. zodiac sign: Cancer 40. Pronouns: She41. elementary: Primary? It was fun except for the last year. 42. high school: In it. 43. College: Can’t wait. 44. hair color: Ginger. 45. long or short: Short 46. height: 5’3”47. do you have a crush on Someone? Someone famous?: Osric Chau; Rachel Miner; Tom Hiddlestone, and Felicia Day. :)48. what do you like about yourself: My eyes and length of hair. 50. Tattoos: Want one or two.51. righty or lefty: Righty. 52. first surgery: Haven’t had one.

53. first piercing: Ears.54. first best friend: When I was 4.55. first sport you joined: Karate. 56. first vacation: Eurocamp.58. first pair of trainers: When I was a baby59. Eating: Nothing. 60. Drinking: Nothing. 61. I’m about to: Have my breakfast. 62. Listening to:Tango Maureen from RENT now. I already answered this??63. waiting for: Supernatural Season 10 to come out. 64. want kids: Yep 65. get married: That one I’m not sure… 66. Career: Actress, author, and director. 67. lips or eyes: Eyes. 68. hugs or kisses: Hugs. 69. shorter or taller: Taller. 70. older or younger: Same age? 71. romantic or spontaneous: Both.